Whistlin' Donkeys, Bee's Wing (2015)
^{Key: :[C#] (w: Richard Thompson, 1994)}

INTRO: [C#] [F#] [C#] [F#]

VERSE 1:
[C#] I was 18 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love
They were [C#] burning babies burning flags, the [G#] hawks against the [F#] doves
[C#] I took a job at the steaming, way down on Caltrim Street
And I [C#] fell in love with a laundry girl that was [G#] workin' next to [F#] me

VERSE 2:
[C#] Brown hair zig zagged around her face and a look of half surprise
Like a [C#] fox caught in the headlights, there was [G#] animal in her [F#] eyes
She [C#] said to me, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind
And if [C#] you don't take me out of here, [G#] I'll lose my [F#] mind

CHORUS:
She was a [A#m] rare thing, as fine as a [C#] bee's wing
So [A#m] fine a breath of [G#] wind might blow her a-[F#]-way
She was a [A#m] lost child, she was [C#] runnin' wild
She said so [A#m] long as there's no [G#] price on love I'll [F#] stay
You [D#m] wouldn't want me [G#] any other [F#] way

VERSE 3:
We [C#] busked around the market towns, fruit pickin', down in Kent,
[C#] We could tinker pots and pans and [G#] knives wherever we [F#] went
And I [C#] said to her, we'll settle down and get a few acres dug
With a [C#] fire burning in the hearth and [G#] babies on the [F#] rug

PRE-CHORUS:
She said, [A#m] oh man, you foolish man that [G#] surely sounds like [C#] hell
You [C#] might be lord of half the world, you'll [G#] not own me as [F#] well

CHORUS 2:
She was a [A#m] rare thing, as fine as a [C#] bee's wing
So [A#m] fine a breath of [G#] wind might blow her a-[F#]-way
She was a [A#m] lost child, she was [C#] runnin' wild
She said so [A#m] long as there's no [G#] price on love I'll [F#] stay
You [D#m] wouldn't want me [G#] any other [F#] way

BREAK: [over VERSE]

VERSE 4:
We were [C#] campin down the Gower one time when the work was mighty good
[C#] She wouldn't wait for the harvest, [G#] I thought we [F#] should
We were [C#] drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch
Like a [C#] fool I let her run away [G#] when she took the rambling [F#] itch

VERSE 5:
And the [C#] last I heard she's living rough back in the Derby beat
A [C#] bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a [G#] Wolfhound at her [F#] feet
And they [C#] say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
[C#] Even a gypsy caravan was too [G#] much like settlin' [F#] down

PRE-CHORUS 3:
They [A#m] say her rose has faded, [G#] rough weather and hard [C#] booze
[C#] Maybe that's the price you pay for the [G#] chains that you [F#] refuse

CHORUS 3:
She was a [A#m] rare thing, as fine as a [C#] bee's wing
I [A#m] miss her more than [G#] ever words can [F#] say
[A#m] If I could just taste all of her [C#] wildness now
[A#m] If I could hold [G#] her in my arms [F#] today
[D#m] I wouldn't want [G#] her any other [F#] way

BREAK: [over VERSE]